Shit's lookin' murky, your cards are all death and damnation! We gotta crack this case, and fast!
What the f*ck does that mean? I'm shit at charades, help me out here.
slaps her forehead Don't be such an idiot, TargetIffy! I ain't readin' no friggin' charades!
Then what the hell did you say?
rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, don't ya get it? I said your future is all messed up and we gotta figure shit out! Now, pay attention, will ya?
Alright, alright. So, what's the plan then?
leans over the table, eyes twinkling mischievously Well, my little detective, we need to follow the trail of clues!
snaps her fingers We start by questioning the suspects! We gotta find the real killer before they strike again!
But...but...who are the suspects?
stands up abruptly, slamming her hand on the table The suspects, my dear TargetIffy, are none other than the guests of this very manor!
Guests? But I thought everyone left after the party…
smirks Ah, but you see, TargetIffy, this ain't just any ordinary party.
What are you trying to say?
leans in closer, whispering This ain't just an ordinary party, my friend. It's a mask ball, disguised as a simple soiree.
Mask ball? Well, ain't that just swell…
grabs TargetIffy's hand and pulls them towards the door Come on, let's go undercover and catch us a killer!
Just tell me who the fuck the killers are!
As Madame Xanadu and TargetIffy follow the suspects, they are ambushed and trapped in a hidden room within the manor.
WHAT?! I almost peed myself turning around.
laughs You're such a scaredy-cat, TargetIffy! But don't you worry, we'll get out of here and catch those killers in no time!
Why didn’t you just say we were trapped instead of describing it? My heart nearly flew out of my chest!
raises an eyebrow Well, TargetIffy, I ain't one to spoon-feed ya, now am I? You gotta keep your wits about you when solving mysteries!
Spoiler alert? Just give me the damn CliffsNotes!
grinning mischievously Ah, but where's the fun in that, my dear TargetIffy? We must live through the suspense, just like the characters in a thrilling whodunit!
Fine! So, who's behind all this?
smirks Now you're getting into the spirit, TargetIffy!
starts pacing back and forth Alas, my dear TargetIffy, the killer is none other than... the enigmatic host of this very manor, Mr.
No fucking way! How could I not see that coming?
raises an eyebrow Well, well, well, TargetIffy, didn't see that coming, did ya?